Parking Lot - Part One: Working the Graveyard

Gary left with the final load about 2 am and returned 30 minutes later. He parked his rig next to the fence where he had started and jumped in my Jeep for a ride to the gate. I parked it inside the fence and we left the ramp.

“Come with me to the office. I gotta make a phone call.”

I stayed a half step behind him, because I didn’t know which office he meant. “Four loads in three and a half hours. Is that a record?”

“It is for me, buddy. I busted my ass tonight. I hope you’re worth it.”

Gary didn’t know that I was well-versed in the art of cock worship. It was my passion, especially when it came to frustrated married guys. “I guess time will tell.”

“Does anyone ever come around here this time of night?”

“One time a guy came in from Texas with a load of Cadillacs, but that’s it. No one comes in on Saturdays until 0-seven-hundred.”

Gary drifted to the left and headed for the truckers’ little office. He unlocked the door and we stepped inside. Locking the door behind us, he then turned on the desk lamp and sat down to make his phone call. It was a routine check in with his corporate office to let them know all deliveries had been made. As he recorded his message, he turned the swivel chair to face me while I stood next to him, waiting. He smiled and resumed his crotch rub, just making sure we both remembered why we were in there.

Call completed, he hung up the phone. I looked down and watched his hand massage. “Got an itch?”

“Sure do.”

“Want me to scratch it?”

“Sure do!”

He unzipped for me and rested his big forearms on the arms of the chair. I reached in to grab my prize. Again that pretty pecker jumped out and looked for me. I wasted no time and took that perfect mushroom into my mouth. Using my right hand, I peeled back my man’s trousers to expose all of his eight inches, then I worked my moistened lips to the base. I could smell the heavenly sour sweat saturating his hidden pubic hair and testicles. This man had worked his ass off just for me, and I was ready to reward him. 

I drew back my mouth to return to the head of his unit, all the while caressing the underside with my tongue. When I reached the end of the cock head, Gary groaned and tensed up. He started shooting his load into my mouth. Jesus friggin’ Christ, I had only begun working on him and he already was flooding me with cum. I almost choked from the volume, not to mention just plain shock that he was shooting so soon, but quickly I recovered and began to consume every spurt. 

This poor guy hadn’t been joking. He obviously hadn’t gotten his rocks off for a long time and I kind of felt sorry for him. Someone this age shouldn’t be having orgasms of this magnitude, this volume, so I continued to work back and forth on his penis, trying to coax out every drop that his balls could give me.

Gary quickly placed his hand on my shoulder. “Thanks, man. That was very good.”

He looked exhausted, but relieved. It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. As for me, I’m sure I looked disappointed. He must have sensed this, because he tried to console me.

“I’m sorry I shot so soon. I should have warned you.”

“That’s ok. I managed pretty well I think.”

“Kenny, I haven’t had someone else get me off for so long, I had forgotten how good it could be. Do you think you might do it again?”

“Sure, but we’ve got to do something about my knees. This floor is like concrete.” There was dingy carpeting covering the office, but with no padding underneath, I might as well have been on asphalt.

We both scanned the dinky room for something soft that I could kneel on, but there was nothing. Gary piped in, “Tell you what, I’ve got an idea. Stand up a second.”

I did as he asked. He pulled off his Wellington boots and then the white socks. Standing up, he began to unbutton his shirt, then his belt buckle and trousers. Finally, he dropped his underwear and removed the cap from the top of his head. Once naked, he laid his pants flat on the floor and put the shirt, socks and boxers on top. Then he rolled them all up into a bun, picked them up and presented the bundle to me. “Here you go. Kneel on this.”

I waited for him to stretch out on the narrow floor area behind the desk. Flat on his back, he placed his arms past the head and spread his legs as far apart as he could. Now he waited for me. What a glorious sight this man was. I inspected every inch of him, as I set the bundle between his thighs and knelt down. Bushy black hair covered his arm pits and chest, immediately stopping at the end of the sternum, where it formed a singe line and headed for his belly. Parked in the middle was a perfectly inset belly button, where the line of fur continued into the thick pubic hair. The density resumed on his powerful thighs and calves, finally trailing off on the tops of his feet. Small tufts sprang up from each of his big toes, thus ending the manly fur covering. 

This decoration was just the icing. The cake was the powerful body underneath. With his arms laid past his head and flattened to the floor, the laterals were expanded and belly stretched. Every line of strength was clearly defined for me. His manly torso formed a “V” shape and headed straight towards where I knelt on the floor. This physique was not that of a body builder, but a hard-working, rugged man, solid as a rock and totally natural in its masculine beauty.

I was dying to touch him. Normally I don’t ask, I just do, but I felt a kind of closeness to this man, and I wanted to show him every courtesy. Perhaps I sympathized with him regarding his home life. The wad he had just shot told me that he was suffering greatly from his domestic situation. I felt the need to fill a void in his life, because no man deserves to be neglected so.

“Can I rub your belly?”

He looked up over his chest and winked. “You do whatever you need to do to make me happy.” Then he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

He was ready. The penis was still half-erect and I engulfed it. I placed my hand on his stomach and gently massaged him. The skin was clammy, as some of the sweat from his labors had dried, while some was still liquid. My worship of his penis got him fully erect. I worked my lips down to the base and buried my nose into those glorious pubes, all the while squeezing the head of his cock in the back of my throat. The manly aroma of his crotch nearly drove me to madness. Here was the ultimate definition of masculinity sprawled out before me and totally under my control. That’s the true beauty of giving oral service. As long as that man’s cock is in your mouth, he’s pretty much at your mercy. 

I moved my hand up towards his chest and began making small circles there. Meanwhile, I slid my wet lips back towards the mushroom head, working underneath his shaft with my tongue. Keeping my lips firmly clamped on him, I squeezed the head of his unit with the roof of my mouth on top and tongue underneath.

He twitched at this sensation and let out a small whimper. I looked up to his face. The eyes were still closed and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, indicating to me that I was doing my job of making him happy. More than that, I sensed that I was taking him some place far, far away, perhaps to heights of ecstasy he had long forgotten.

I slid my right hand back down to his stomach, continuing on to his belly and then pubic hair, reversing direction to make the return trip to his chest. Meanwhile, I firmly clamped the base of his unit with my left hand, forming a ring with my forefinger and thumb. Then I slid my lips back towards the end of his cock, stopping half way on the shaft and repeating the loving squeeze between the roof and tongue of my mouth. Keeping the base firmly clasped, I took his dick to my left, all the while keeping him inside my warm salivating mouth. He groaned with delight at this sensation, so I returned his dick to the upright position, only to continue and bend him to my right. Then I bent his mighty penis in the direction of the floor, slowly returning to upright before forcing the glorious organ towards his belly.

The powerless man was totally under my spell. He turned his head side to side, complete ecstasy consuming his face. I could tell he was trying to remain silent, but I would have none of it. Deep gutteral groans and moans emanated from the depths of his heaving chest, as I continued to bend his hardened cock north, south, east and west. Now he was primed.

I removed my hands from him and put them palms down on either side of his hips. I began my slow, torturous up and down oral worship. Savagely, I assaulted him from one end of the cock to the other, caressing the underside with my lubricated sandpaper-like tongue. I gradually increased the tempo. He instinctively thrust his pelvis up, trying to participate in my show, but this would not be allowed. I placed my hands on his belly and pressed down, forcing his buttocks to remain on the floor. Now as my lips approached the end of his unit, I would ruthlessly attack the underside of his magnificent mushroom head with my stimulating tongue. I could feel this man’s glorious penis getting harder and stronger with each loving attack, as I increased the pressure and tempo on his shaft. 

Now it was time for a finishing move. Stopping my stroke at the head of his manhood, I gave him another squeeze and swallowed the huge volume of saliva I had built up. He had given up on his thrusting, so I removed my hands from his belly and brought them to rest on my thighs. Now I resumed my steady oral stroking, alternating this with the savage tongue attack under the head of his dick. Again I felt a surge in the powerful shaft, as his organ got even more hard and swollen. Reaching down with both my hands, I grabbed the hairs on his quickly shrinking testicles and began to gently tug. I glanced down to see the skin on his ball sac separate from the testicles and then return, as I rapidly pulled and released his manly hairs. 

My prisoner was groaning with each exhale of his heavy breath. He thoughtfully warned me that it was time. “Oh, my god, I’m going to cum.”

And cum he did. Huge gobs of sperm exploded up the shaft of his powerful penis and peppered the back of my throat. I continued my back and forth pattern as though nothing had changed, while increasing the pace of my testicle tugs. The worshipped man writhed in complete ecstasy, as his magnificent organ contracted again and again to expel its manly fluid. I greedily consumed every gob and continued to work him over. I was shocked and amazed at the constant volume of cum now gently flowing down my gullet, but slowly the eruptions began to subside and his penis lost its power.

I released the testicle hairs for the final time and slowed my oral stokes. Next, I left my lips stationary at the rim of his shrinking mushroom and squeezed the base of the penis with my left handed make-shift cock ring. I worked up towards my lips in small increments, forcing out the last drops of cum like his penis was a tube of toothpaste. Thoroughly satisfied, I released him, allowing his manhood to rest on that beautiful belly. 

Nothing was heard in the little room but our heavy breathing. For seemingly the longest time, Gary laid limp on the floor, eyes closed and a huge smile on his face. Where ever the hell he was, he was finding it difficult to leave. I really didn’t mind waiting. I enjoyed giving him this pleasure and was pleased that he wanted to make it last awhile longer.

Suddenly he sprang up to sit at a 90 degree angle facing me. “God damn Kenny! Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” 

I just smiled as big as I could. “Guess I had a good subject to work with.”

“I have never felt anything like that before. Not in my entire life have I had a blow job like that one.” 

“Well, I know what I like, so I just transferred that back to you.”

“Come here.” He grabbed my shoulders and brought me towards him, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Thank you. You were fantastic.”

Normally, such an expression of gratitude would worry me. I’d be concerned that this person was getting a little too close, and the last thing I need is a lover. But this was different. I felt that he was genuinely thankful for what I had given him. For one brief, priceless moment, I had taken him out of the hell that was his every day life, and he really had no other way to repay me. I was right about the first half of this, but wrong about the second. He did have another way to thank me. 

He stood up and I followed. Once again he grabbed me by the shoulders. “Sit down in the chair and take a break.”

I was glad to do as he suggested, but my break didn’t last long. Gary approached me and nudged his dick against my lips. “Can you take another shot?”

I looked at my watch to see it was just now 3:45. Plenty of time, but was this guy for real? He had just finished four rounds of exhausting physical labor, followed by two of the most incredibly huge orgasms I’d ever had the pleasure to be a part of, and now he was ready to go again. This all was happening on our first night. Little did I know what he had planned for the next two, plus three more the following weekend. Could my heart take it? Was I really prepared to service this poor guy again and again? You’re damn right I was.

“Sure, buddy. Go for it.”

End of Part One